The mid-90s is today’s forecast. Summer is hanging on for dear life. Fall is coming. Such is life. When things are uncomfortable, we know change is on the horizon. As the sweat drips off our brow, sweater weather is around the corner. Soon it will be time for the brown leather hat. These are the hopes of the Old Man. There is peace in purpose.

We think about the Secret on Sunday. What lies beyond the Veil? Folks who say they experienced death admonish that it is nothing to worry about. They say the experience of peace was unparalleled. Roger Ebert wrote a note to his wife the day before he died, saying that this life was an elaborate hoax. ‘When asked by his wife what the ‘hoax’ was, Ebert responded that he was referring to this world and this place, calling it an illusion.’

We live in a Story. We are key performers. At times, we know our lines, while at other times, we improvise. The angels are watching. Now and then, we see our Guardian Angel in the front row just behind the floodlights. Then our GA is standing behind our shoulder, whispering in our ear. Our angel says, ‘Look over there.’ We see something mysterious and magical. But just a glimpse. A glimpse is all we need to continue the journey.

We are emboldened. We saw a glimpse of the Secret. It was unlike anything tongues have said. It was hard to describe. Both ethereal and concrete. It was like the sound of rushing water and the sound of doves.